In the summer of 1962, two fresh teenagers met in the Hamptons, fell in love, and shared a relationship for 5 years. As people do, they parted ways. They married, had kids, and built their lives, all with other partners. More than three decades later, fate (and, ahem, some divorce) brought them back together. More than FIVE decades later, 55 years to be exact, they finally decided to tie the knot. I played the music at their wedding tonight. You cannot create these moments. There are moons and stars in charge of that. I told them both at the end, I was so grateful to be there and be a part of it. These stories are few and far between and theirs truly has stood the test of time. When we were on the phone earlier this week, I asked them what the age range was at the wedding (only 34 people). They said it didn’t matter because they were the most immature of all. While I never got their exact ages, they’re definitely flirting within a couple years of 70. The bride was on the dance floor from start to finish, shoes off, sweating. The one picture I saved isn’t so glowing of them but it does feature the tiniest photographer I’ve ever seen, their grandson Logan.

Venue: Stonehedge Inn & Spa, Tynsboro, MA